Nature can be trusted to work her own miracle in the heart of any man whose daily task keeps him alone among her sights, sounds and silences.

Do you know that being a stranger is the hardest thing that can happen to any one in all this world?

the occasional cries of a lost loon, strayed from its flock in northern migration, fill the swamp with sounds of wailing.

Every intoxicating delight of early spring was in the air. The breeze that fanned her cheek was laden with subtle perfume and the crisp, fresh odor of unfolding leaves.

Be sure that you are right; and then go ahead.

we know by the odour that occasionally we are visited by skunks, which are not poetic but very beautiful.

My publishers will make any kind of a beautiful book I design and send in to them, but ... For poetry they have less use than a rooster would have for skates.